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The atmosphere in the sterile, harshly lit hospital hallway is thick enough to choke on.
Outside the emergency ward doors, three mates stand frozen in a tableau of shock, panic, and spiraling dread. The scent markers lingering on their clothes—clashing violently in the small space—tell the story of a pack tearing itself apart from the inside.
The slap had been meant to put a stubborn, mouthy pack member in his place. In the chaotic heat of an Enigma and Alpha power struggle, Hua Yong had lashed out physically when Shen Wenlang pushed too far.
None of them knew.
None of them knew that behind Shen Wenlang’s cold, unyielding exterior and his usual sharp tongue, his body was hiding a fragile secret—that he was carrying a child. Because Wenlang had been carrying straight through the stress and the pack friction without letting anyone know, his system was already walking a tightrope. The force of an Enigma's strike, combined with the sudden shockwave of rejected pheromones and physical trauma, shattered that fragile balance instantly.
The sudden crimson stain blooming across Wenlang’s clothes before he collapsed had turned the room dead silent.
Inside the sterile white room, doctors and nurses are scrambling to stabilize him, while right outside, the seconds tick by like hours. The three mates wait in agonizing suspension, bound by a shared terror: If Wenlang doesn't make it, the pack is already dead.